Molly maid in her stand for kids
Rattled the establishments cold line
2020 she said its wrong to mask
Young srudents in creative time
There is no science to prove its worth
Yet much to tell carbondioxide grinds.'
The waste of the lungs drawn back in
To damage health.' Every breath each time.'
And but a ploy, a gesture only.'
Caused division, and made kids lonely
Also lockdowns hit mental health
Drove down learning, it seemed so phony
Instead of causing mass immunity.'
Mad measures worked against all bodily
Continuity, to weaken en'mass was all it
Could ' and to achive better its known we
Should, seek exposure as millenia have proven
Balance elements and vitality against each ill
For sickness will come and they will go, our bodys
Are designed to compute; the very best defence.'
Why (didn't we know.?)
~Golden is the heart vast riches in the mind
Impoverished poor are the feet that have no place to walk~
1/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2021
Love bodily functions, no question bout that
Sometimes my best ones even frighten the cat
She climbed up a pole
It can sure take its toll
Some cats end up cross-eyed unable to nap
Love makes us guys come apart at the seams
Acting like schoolboys dreaming young dreams
Walking into walls
Running naked through the malls
Oblivious to perils that have become routine
Alarmed By Bodily Harm
What most many women may really alarm,
Are the fears they all have of bodily harm;
Uneasy feeling,
Looking at ceiling;
Trump had influenced them with his charm.
Jim Horn
Things No More
There are things no more that to be are ceasing,
While I grow older and days continue increasing;
Am worn out,
With no doubt;
A new day with much life wish I could be leasing.
Jim Horn
Love bodily functions, no question bout that
Sometimes my best ones even frighten the cat
They climb up a pole
It can sure take its toll
Some end up cross eyed unable to nap
Bodily functions thrill me to death
Breathing is my favourite, it's surely the best
A very close second
Passing gas is a legend
Sometimes blow a hole in my party dress
Bodily functions thrill me to death
Breathing is my favourite, it's surely the best
A very close second
For passing gas, I'm a legend
Sometimes blow a hole in my party dress
Love bodily functions, no question bout that
Sometimes my best ones even frighten the cat
They climb up a pole
It can sure take its toll
Some end up cross eyed unable to nap
Bodily functions thrill me to death
Breathing is my favourite, it's surely the best
A very close second
Passing gas, I'm a legend
Sometimes blow a hole in my party dress
The message in the bottle was written on several places and on one blog,
It was insight and prophecy from Holy spirit and Gods little special holy log,
For the bottle is me and I am the vessel for the words that was written on the screen,
It was meant for believers and to wake those asleep and make sure God was seen.
Large hemorrhoid piles
obstruct waste evacuation
Evoke toilet time howls
In flat rectal production
No time for bodily functions
Too much to be done the toilet must wait
Started to early wont finish till late,
My list of to do's goes on till next week
No time to listen and no time to speak,
A fully booked schedule chaotic and vast
No time to go slow to worn to go fast,
choc-a-block choc-a-block no time to let steam
No time to sleep and no time to dream,
No time for bodily functions
No wonder people think I'm full of crap
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